Hang Time

Our friend Janet expressed the week perfectly with those two words. She knows way more about hang time than I do, but after sitting in the surgery waiting room for upwards of 12 hours waiting for news, then moving to the critical care waiting room where we've spent the greater part of the last two days, it seemed fitting.

Even in this short time, I can see that hang time is different for different families. While dad was still in surgery, one family's hang time was coming to an end as a young 28 year old man lost the battle with a microscopic bacteria called Pneumonia. At the same time, another family's hang Time has already stretched out for a month while they wait for any sign of improvement from a 24 year old daughter sent into the land of limbo by a stroke.

Dad's proceeding as expected through his recovery. Thanks to all our family and friends who made much of our experience of hang time more like a reunion than a hospital waiting room.

On The Road Again

So, there's no reason at all for me to post a crummy phone picture of the St. Louis arch on a cloudy, gloomy day except that I can. On our way to visit with the folks before dad has his surgery. I seem to keep finding new and interesting ways to sleep without actually sleeping. Today's adventure included a woman describing a man at a casino table with firery, black eyes, and, more interesting to me, an interview with a woman from Mali who is seeking assylum in France so that she can protect her two year old daughter from the horrible practice of female genital mutilation. I think what I find most disturbing is that it's the women themselves who actually carry it out.

Who says there's no such thing as time travel?

For many years, I've said that you couldn't pay me enough to go back to a previous age unless I could take along all my accumulated knowledge. So, what's it like to have your education interrupted for 15 years and then go back to finish the job? Exactly like that. I feel like I've gotten to go back in time 15 years and take along all the accumulated knowledge of those years. Everythings the same, but it's all different. What a trip!

Raising up a new generation that knows what freedom is all about . . .